I DO not know very much,
But I know this—
That the storms of contempt that sweep over us,
Ready to blast any edifice before then
Rise from the fathomless maelstrom
Of contempt for ourselves.
If there be a god,
May he preserve me
From striking with these lightnings
Those whom I love.
Saying which,
Zarathustra strolled on
Down Fifth Avenue.
The last three lines
Are symptomatic.
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 104
HOW terrible to entertain a lunatic!
To keep his earnestness from coming close!
A Madagascar land-crab once
Lifted blue claws at me
And rattled long black eyes
That would have got me
Had I not been gay.
ANNE KNISH
Opus 182
"HE'S the remnant of a suit that has been drowned;
That's what decided me," said Clarice.
"And so I married him,
I really wanted a merman;
And this slimy quality in him
Won me.
No one forbade the banns.
Ergo—will you love me?"